Deja Vu

There I was, driving down Gallivan Ave. in my white 2002 Oldsmobile Alero. I purchased it over the summer and spent a lot of time and money ensuring it was one of the flyest and fastest cars in town. I was in love with every inch of the car, from its dark grey, mint condition interior, to its flawless, white finish. When I drove it, I felt on top of the world. Today however was different; something didn't seem quite right. When I woke up, I immediately felt a chill in my bones. I only get that feeling when something bad is going to happen. I look over at my alarm clock, and see that it reads 6:35 a.m. I quickly rolled out of bed and throw on a hoodie and pair of jeans that I found on the floor, threw some water on my face and I was out the door and in my car in 4 minutes flat.

I was running very late for my English class so I began steadily speeding up. Every few yards I would speed up more and